P.E.

A slight breeze scurried about; as the large palm could not be shaken.
The blistering sun towered above us all. For the beaming heat struck me across the face. But inside, were the scorching heat could not reach. One thought remained, only one center of attention stood: The softball.
The single file line progressed slowly. Ever so slowly, almost as sluggish as the air born softball.The laughter carried across the field, but for every batter up, the noise hushed.
I stepped up to the plate. My life's goal was now to put the ball out of its misery. And slowly but surely, as the ball approached me; I could feel my thirst for excitment quenching. Violently I swung the bat, who furiously met the ball. And now looking up at the soaring ball: I had now lived.